Some Loud Thunder

All this talking, you'd think I'd have something to say
 But I'm just talking like a sirens getting louder and farther away
 From the energetic kids in the park
 Yes, that was me breaking glass and pretending to start
 Something big, some new taste
 Did you wonder, as my voice went from station to station to state?
 Some loud thunder, sometimes there's no telling if we're ok
 There are buildings up for sale
 On the other side of town which are falling down for people
 To stand in their place, try to make something great
 That's just a part of the story
 And it could be maybe something complete someday
 At the end of the quarry
 Yes that was me digging holes for the world to see
 And a cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky and slap us all on the teeth
 But there's always more unless I'm mistaken
 Tell me when do mouths close and people just gracefully retreat
 New York calling at the bottom of the ocean city gritting it's teeth
 But there's no telling from the telepathic Mrs. crying on live TV
 Whoa the misanthropic topical arrangement
 That is met with a shark bite by the terminal patient
 That's me, am I late?
 That's the start of my story
 And it may be one day something complete
 At the end of the quarry
 Oh I have dug a hole for all the world to see
 And a cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky and slap us all on the feet
 But there's always more unless I'm mistaken
 Tell me when do mouths close and people gracefully retreat?
 When they gracefully retreat